Hong Manor covered slightly more land than the Han Clan.
Ever since they had latched on to Wind Lightning Pavilion, and were willing to serve as Wind Lightning Pavilion's vanguard in expanding its territory, the Hong Clan's treatment had improved markedly.
The original balance between the two major powers of Tianbei City had quietly begun to tilt.
The Hong Clan was faintly showing signs of suppressing the Han Clan.
Anyone with sharp eyes knew that this was only a probe against the Han Clan.
If the Han Clan dared to resist, Wind Lightning Pavilion could not ask for more.
That way, they would be able to openly dispatch experts to take up residence in Tianbei City and swallow the entire Han Clan with thunderous force.
If the Han Clan chose to endure it, they did not care either.
Because the benefits they had eaten were all tangible.
The only difference was whether it was cutting through a tangled mess with a sharp blade, or slicing flesh with a dull knife.
Unlike the deserted gates of the Han Clan, the entrance to the Hong Clan was now crowded with an endless stream of guests.
Many merchant caravans were lining up, waiting to enter the Hong Clan's Space Wormhole. The usage fee paid by each caravan was a considerable sum.
There was no helping it. They had to make a living too. If the Han Clan's Space Wormhole could not be used, then they could only choose the Hong Clan's Space Wormhole.
To be fair, at least two-thirds of the caravans present would have preferred to borrow the Han Clan's Space Wormhole.
Because its destination was Saint Pill City.
Saint Pill City was not only the holy land of Alchemists, it was also the holy land of these merchant caravans.
For many